As you stood there, a young kid named Frisk approached you. Although their eyes seemed to be closed, they navigated toward you with surprising ease, leaving you feeling puzzled. Nevertheless, you remained alert, ready to respond to any potential danger that might arise.

Frisk stood there for a moment, their smile unchanged, as if inviting you to share in their warmth. The air between you felt charged with a gentle anticipation, and you could see the light glimmering in their eyes. They shifted slightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind their ear, and for a heartbeat, everything else seemed to fade away.

Taking a deep breath, Frisk finally spoke, their voice soft-spoken but calming, cutting through the silent ambience of.. eh, wherever it was that you were.

"Hiya, uh.. don't be alarmed, okay? I'm not here to try and kick your butt into next week or something.. My name's Frisk, what's your's.. if you don't mind me asking?"

With each word, Frisk seemed to grow a little more comfortable around the whole "speaking" thing, that same cute ol' warm smile on their face. Their warmth enveloped you, and it felt as if the world around you faded into a quiet background.